Unfinished Stories

Hello bloggers, long time no see. This last two weeks, I've been very very busy working on my projects. I have to be wise enough in managing my time in order to cope up with the multiple deadline of my projects. You know how college life is? Hindi na kami pinatawad eh. Anyways, I know that it has always been part of being a student and It is my responsibility to submit them all.

One of these projects is writing a particular story which you considered as your own literary production with you as the original author of course. It didn't bother me so much to think of a story to write since I've been writing a lot about my personal experiences( some of them were published) and also,the seminar workshop I attended few weeks ago did a great help.

But things didn't go the way I thought it would since I started having short conversation with Sir Morella who happened to be my ultimate crush and guess what? I don't know where did he get the idea particularly about the stories we're writing when I found out that it was Sandy, my classmate ,who to told him about it. Sandy said that Sir Morella asked her if I am also writing my story and basically, Sandy said "YES"..

That afternoon, he immediately approached me in the faculty room, the moment when I was in Sir Nov's table eating chocolate and I was too shy to smile because I knew that some chocolate must have stuck between my teeth. He asked me if he could he could read my story. OMG!! I really don't know what to say so to make it safe, I told him that it was not yet finished and he will surely have the copy of it once it was done.

Honestly, it was finish. Three days before I talked with him, just to be exact. I just can't bear  to let him read that without double- checking my grammar, organization of thoughts and others. It's like putting myself into pit.

The project I thought would easy for me became the hardest one. Believe it or not, I ended up writing four, five, no..six unfinished stories and yet, I can't decide what to work on. It's a suicide!!!  He told me that he likes love stories and my story is about a family matter so I changed it from time to time. I almost quit and you don't have any idea how it bothered me.

The day after the deadline, I decided to stop pleasing him. As a writer, I must write as what my heart desires and not for others. Thank God I finally did it. my story is about a daughter who learned how to be independent when her mom started having her job. It was nice, I guess. and to make it a love story, I entitled it" Mom's love story". I haven't seen Sir Morella for weeks so he  had no idea about the story.

P.S: I was the last one to submit that project. hahaha. I hope my teacher would understand.